What do I have to do to get these thoughts out of my head. Theyre racing around like a turbine engine. Who made the rule to make these thoughts so intangible.
You were the one that picked up the drink. You were the one that had to free. Look at your head. Makin' a mess. Even the people around you confess. Licking your lips and tasting the glass.
Yeah you're easy on the eyes baby. Yeah you're wise beyound your years. I said that i'd like to call in the night. You glad to stay until my money disappears.
Children of the ghetto. Running wild and free. In a concrete jungle. Filled with misery. . There's no inspiration. To brighten up their day. . Wild with desperation.
See these eyes so green. I can stare for a thousand years. Colder than the moon. It's been so long. . And I've been putting out off the fire. With gasoline.
Tonight this cunt will pay.. My dick will beat her face.. Her life and her cunt are mine.. This slut shall now see.. . All night on this bitch I release my piece..
Please tell me your for real. Because I don't want to bleed no more. As the night fades away. I'm dreaming of you. Please tell me you feel something. Because what I feel is ecstacy.
I'm losing our connection. Your fading, Like a fashion of last year. Oh you fade away. Once again, I'm shattered down. And you pretend. Your lies are coming true.
Clinton St Girl. Shes got the world on her shoulders. Shes got a light in her eyes. Clinton St Girl. Knows famous artists like feelings. Knows when shes wrong and she lies.
You're flat on your face. In a field fifty feet from a burning Cadillac. At least you were thrown clear. Cause I'm still stuck in here. . I take off my shoes.
was a time in a place when the look in your eyes was everything. little things that you did. just to win my trust. and I did not like when you heard me say that I stand by you till my dying day.
Go to the city girl, where the boys want you, if it is your dream,. well its not my dream. Oh this candy world is getting to me, and I need someone,. but you ain't got what I need.
There's always something pulling me down. Always someone hanging around. And I can't seem to get away. . It's always someone doing me in. Always something under my skin.
We've got a good thing goin' on. We've got a good thing goin' on. B-B-Baby. Wanting you so bad is a problem I have. And I know that you need me. But it wont come that easy.
One by one dismembered. addicted cunt killer. imprison me. but you can't take away my memories of the screams. and the pleas of the innocent. confessing to homicide I'm a murdering mother fucker.
A fascination with mutilating the dead. I view internal organs during disembowelment. draped in your intestines there's nothing left. no evidence of your life or your existence.
Waka flocka. i love money an she love me back,. money in my stomach gat me lookin like im fat,. ,gatta big ass staack , watch the striper bring me sacks,(i gatta whole lotta this whole lotta that) gat me feelin like im cap,wy these lame niggas rap, i get money good gat them girls fuckin wit me, pink panther chain screamin out where is nikki, so please grab my cd catch me on tv.
Can't believe what you've done to me. You got me feeling like a cloud in a stormy weather. Obviously it is hard to see. That the sun will never shine when we are together.
Oh oh oh. Oh oh oh. . I never met a guy like you before. It's really kinda funny how you knocked on my door. It's crazy how you got me feeling funny oh so deep inside.